I just wanted to tell you how much I love your face. I love holding it in my hands. I love your sweet eyes and how they blink. I love the way you look at me just before you kiss me. I love watching you loving to dance. I love dancing with you.

I feel like I’ve been waiting my whole life to feel your hands on my naked body in the morning light. It feels like a rite of passage into womanhood.

There’s always been a path. This is the path. Yours is the hand. I am the lucky one.